Sir High Lord Zen - Unreleased
HIGH LORD ZEN (Never Released)
This is my second attempt at writing a Lord Zen for this period of time, for the first one I lacked energy a wound up with an article far to introspective for general consumption. Mind you as I sit down to write this one you may very well get the same thing. I think you all should know I’m feeling very alone in the world (to keep this at a humorous satire level I should interrupt with some quip on how few gods there are walking around but to be perfectly honest about it I don’t feel like writing such a thing.)
In the wake of my enlightening article on the existence of love, I now (right now) find myself feeling particularly bitter. I’m fostering a deep hatred for the me damned social system that leads to so much pain between men and women. In fact I’m getting that tight feeling in the chest, the feelings of abandonment from all the people I normally turn towards (mind you it’s not really their fault as most of them were absent when I went looking for them.)
I hate the world right now.
Around now it should become obvious that this one won’t reach general distribution either, it may make the mailing list, but that won’t allow me to say more than normally do since I write these things for the people on the list anyway, I understand some other people read them as well, but I certainly don’t know how that happens.
My aura is black, I want to just grab things and throw them at whatever I can, but ultimately I am bound, not by any sort of bounds, but simply by my own programming, a slave to the world I grew up in, a slave to society.
Have I mentioned I hate the world? Oh, I see that I have. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know where to go. I sit here barely holding back the tears. And I can’t even cry (it hardly would be appropriate seeing as I’m sitting in the middle of the lab and all.)
Since, I’m sitting here devoid of energy, I’ll end it now, may be someone will see it, maybe not, what difference does it make anyway since all it is me dumping all the pain I’ve accumulated inside on some poor unsuspecting souls who have been silly enough to call me friend.
It’s at this point that I would like to bid you all goodbye, find myself a dark cornerswathed in magic and dream of a time and place. A place where I can find happiness, hidden behind every turn in the road, a time when all the roads ultimately lead to Nirvana. When all my pain and all the torment drains out of my body, the ache in my neck and back relaxes. The sea of stress that I sail calms, and I attain lucidity.
But more likely I’ll just sit in decrepid agony and watch the world slowly spin by leaving me to pick up the dust.
Later my children.
Sir High Lord Zen
Knight of the Ping Pong Table
Defender of Wilted Plastic Roses
Lost Child